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Van  Slanzar  de  Fanel ([personal profile] danceofcurse) wrote in [community profile] maskormenace2016-10-06 01:01 am

003 ⚔ Video

[When the broadcast begins, the center of attention is a young man's gloved hands and the toy figure they hold, approximately thirteen centimeters tall and brushed with shining metallic white paint. Protruding from large armored shoulders embedded with green gems is a leathery-looking vinyl cape that hangs low enough to reach adjustable feet. When pressed, a switch resting behind a horned helmet triggers movement of the arms: a rigid up-and-down chopping motion.]

I was alright with building these things when I first got here, but now that they've started to model them after Escaflowne...

[To say Van sounds exasperated is an understatement, but even so, he doesn't appear to be in any hurry to dispose of the figure. Rather than treat it with any sort of disrespect, the toy is set aside in favor of collecting the phone, the camera positioned in his hands to capture his disapproving frown, no doubt expected by those who have come to know him.]

What I'm trying to say is that I'm looking for new work. I'm good with a bow and arrow, better with a sword, and if there are people who want to learn or need protecting...

[He doesn't feel good about suggesting they pay him for any of that, but he can't very well live off the generosity of others, now can he? And he's not happy at present doing something he feels serves no greater purpose. This is really the only option he has.]

I'm also looking for an armorer. And someone who knows their way around large... [He pauses, clearly searching for the right word, his face screwing up with concentration before, albeit with obvious dissatisfaction, he settles upon the only commonly accepted descriptor he knows.] ...large robots.

Mine needs some repairs. Potentially some improvements.

[That's it. As abruptly as his broadcast began, it ends.]
deadtective: (eighteen.)

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[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-06 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
You really need to ask after five minutes of talking with me?
deadtective: (forty-eight.)

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[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-06 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hazel Lockwood knows how to win, alright.]

Whenever you've got time, man. I'm pretty fucking open for whenever.
deadtective: (twenty.)

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[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-06 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure, sure. Might even beat you there if you don't haul ass.
deadtective: (thirty-five.)

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[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-06 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
You'd be surprised. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.
deadtective: (sixty.)

[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-07 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[sorry Van, but for once she didn't actually mean to pull a shitty joke like this! when Hazel had agreed to her little swashbuckling rendezvous she'd been of complete and utter confidence that her boyfriend had absolutely no idea that day was their anniversary. how could she have possibly known the dumbass would actually remember?

more topically, how could she possibly pull herself away after that? the appointment had been wiped clear from her mind thanks to the deluge of shock, and by the time she'd managed to scrounge up some sort of recollection Hazel was already trapped in the adorably insistent vice grip of a sleeping Josuke. if Van had been a little nicer he might have elicited some sort of guilty twinge from her, but the end result was still the same; the entire city could be on fire and she probably would have stayed exactly where she was.

eventually Sleeping Beauty rousts himself from his eternal slumber, allowing her to navigate the usual morning whining and teasing and hop on the bullet train over to Nonah. she probably could have made an effort to move a little more quickly, but Hazel honestly didn't see the point. it was already three hours past the meet time - what the hell was twenty minutes more going to do?

she'd even been thoughtful enough to wear her workout top, even though she was physically incapable of actually working out. clearly she was blameless here.

as she walks into the training center, though, the unspoken tension in the room is forceful enough that even she can taste it. it's pretty easy to pick out the cause of it, considering the strange ghost town Van's created in his near radius. the whole thing prompts Hazel to tap a passerby on the shoulder and jerk a thumb in Van's direction before inquiring after him.]


So, what, did he turn half the floor into a bomb or is he just contagious?

[yep. blameless.]
deadtective: (sixty-three.)

[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-07 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[now, Van used the video function when he made that post yesterday. Hazel knows exactly who he is when he approaches - and yet she smiles at him with the blankness of a total stranger as his question earns an accompanying shrug.]

Pick one or the other, man, I can't do both.
deadtective: (twenty-four.)

[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-07 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
What the hell are you talking about? I'm here on time.

[you want audacity? try this one on for size - she even says it with a completely straight face, just the right touch of affrontment curling along the edges of her expression.]
deadtective: (twenty.)

[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-07 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[not by all the other people now. Hazel follows along behind him as if he'd given her an invitation rather than a big old hissy fit, easy smile still in place.]

It's before dawn in California right now, you dipshit. Fucking sorry for getting my old timezone confused with the one here.

[she could have just said she was celebrating her anniversary with her amazing wonderful gorgeous boyfriend, but no. that's embarrassing. better make up something instead.]
deadtective: (eighty-two.)

[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-07 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
I got hit by a car, but hey! They've almost stopped hurting so it's a good thing you're here to rub some salt in.

[she manages to catch the sword without dropping it, thank god. it's hard to talk shit when you're fumbling with dumb wooden broom handles or whatever this actually was.

she rests it over her shoulder casually. Hazel knows better than to try and take any kind of stance with how cranky this guy is; he'd probably correct her before she could even start, so there's no point in bothering at all. he'll badger her into whatever he thinks is 'proper'.]


But whatever, let's go. Maybe you can give me a concussion too.
deadtective: (forty-two.)

[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-07 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[she told you that she wasn't trained in this at all, Van! what did you expect!]

I know if you use two hands you can get the fucking thing straight through a person's chest. Aaaand that's about it.

[this is incredibly mean because the person who got a sword through the chest was Hazel herself, intentionally whilst fighting Pan, but there's nothing but amusement sparkling in her eyes. it's always fun to secretly knock herself down.]
deadtective: (ten.)

[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-08 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Let's clear something up first - I'm not trying to protect myself.

[she swings the practice sword easily off her shoulder to point it in Van's general direction, and while the words are clearly not meant to be taken seriously there's something in her eyes that prevents doing so.

there is no room in Hazel's life for self-preservation. she steals so much from this damned existence, but even so she can't find the slightest justification for caring about what happens to herself. she would always survive, and whatever came before that she deserves. even when she moved to ward off harm, it was for the sake of others. the sight of Josuke's bleeding hand was impossible to forget.

point now made, she finally moves to obey his words. the stance is easy enough to copy, and she settles in with little trouble. probably the most progress they'd make today.]
deadtective: (twenty-six.)

[personal profile] deadtective 2016-10-11 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[she regrets that the sword is wood in this moment; if it had been a real blade she could have simply driven it through her stomach to make her point. unless she's willing to pull an eye out and really frighten the hapless fellow gymgoers, Hazel will have to argue this one with words.

god, she hates that.]


My life's never on the line. Those powers they shove down our throats when we first show up? Mine's not dying.

[it's so much more complicated than that, but the details didn't matter. she didn't die when shot. she didn't fall when dismembered. protect herself? her body would guard her through everything, no matter what she herself actually wanted.]

So there's no point in wasting either of our fucking time with that shit.

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